Saddness Overwhelms My Soul...

You bring your cardboard boxes and tape. You slowly and machinely pick the stuff off the shelves, floor, out of the closets, and out of the drawers, you place it in the boxes until it is full, and then you start again. Over and over, soon, so soon all my things, my belongings, will be filed away, boxed away...when with I see all my stuff? How happy the reunion will be when I am in my new home, unpacking all my boxes, smiling as I lift each item out and whisper, "you've been gone a long time, I really missed you, thank goodness you're home..."

I Really Should Write In You More

And when I saw you, I'm not meaning whoever is reading this, because that would be quite odd, for me to take a pen and start writing in you...actually, I have no clue how I would write "in" you. no, you see, I was actually talking about my poor little blog.

I looked over some of the old entries trying to figure out how many comunity service hours I did for the mulch sale in march and I realized that I liked being able to look over my life and see what interesting aspects of it struck me as inspirational and I wrote about. so then I decided to write in you as much as possible, and with as many details about my day as possible...

Today I worked at the library. It was me and Tabitha's last day as evil little pages...we both brought our cameras and took 50,000 pictures of all the interesting places and things that we have grown to love in the past year. It's so interesting how I can look at a certain aisle in the library and recall dozens of memories that happened in there and dozens of conversations I've overheard or even been a part of. It's kind of sad, but at the same time poetic, to think about the fact that this library in my memories will soon only been in my memories, since they are starting the expansion as soon as I leave (or close enough, october 1st) is that crazy or what? Kara (the librarian) thought I was insane because I opened the freezer in the break room and took a picture of the spot where I had kept all of my burritos...heheheheh

My first job. My first - hm....what do you call it when you don't quit but you don't get fired? The polite term? Ahhh, I don't remember, but I shall have to start afresh when I move. I will have to find another job, but I don't think that I will ever have one quite as posh or nice as this one. This library system is awesome.